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Virgins still have a general if not very clear concept of how sex works, we're not fucking idiots.❤️ And stop making "bookworm!" Readers only read smut, that's not book worm, thats smut addict. You guys are so annoying. "Oh it hurts! It won't fit!" *Sob sob sob* "you're so pure, I don't want to ruin you" Actually shut the fuck up. Virgin doesn't mean stupid baby who has no basic or full concept of human anatomy.

-Saying as a virgin who knows more about sex than most people in my state and have never attended sex ed.

Innocent reader in general makes me mad because literally anyone over the age of 13 has a general understanding of sex unless you're literally sheltered with no access to the internet and that's neglect. Stop promoting age play even if it's unintentional, it's disgusting and misogynistic. Stop making virgins sound brain dead just because they haven't had sex. And it is that serious because people are gonna think that's how we act in person.

₊⊹⁀➴₊ ⊹ content. wc. 1k+, dirty talk, pet names (baby, doll, angel) reader refers to dabi as 'blue', suggestivity, soft core smut.

you love your boyfriend. you really, really do.

and he loves you, in his own twisted way. even if he sucks at showing it and expresses it through obsession more than actual soulful care.

he comes and goes as he pleases, doesn't worry about the ruin he leaves behind him when he hurts, who's livelihoods that he takes for himself.

he's a villain, and you're oh so sugary sweet. he gets drunk on you, goes crazy over the way his ruined, scarred body looks pressed against your soft, plush skin. how pliant and warm and welcoming you are for a man as broken and evil as he is.

your relationship isn't kind, per se. he'll kill anyone who dares to lay a hand on you, and you know that. it shouldn't make you feel the way that it does, but somehow it doesn't fail to get you going every single time.

without fault.

and he knows that.

you know he goes crazy over you, too though.

his hands always have to be on you, if he's with you he won't leave your side. if you asked him nicely with your sweet voice to burn the world down, then he'd do it without question for you, not a doubt in his mind.

and he loves when you get all dolled up for him, sure. he loves when you put on one of those little black dresses and he can take you out at night and everyone sees that you're his. that they cant touch you without facing the consequences of his cremation seconds later.

your makeup, always immaculate. when you'll do your hair in pretty curls or long, pin straight strands.

but nothing on this planet, and he means nothing, turns him on quite like the image of you fresh out of bed, in nothing but a pair of panties and one of his giant, distressed t-shirts.

which is exactly whats happening today.

he came over last night, through your window by the fire escape all tired and damp from the rain. he watched you make dinner, which you forced him to eat with a scowl because he 'looked skinnier'.

he held you on the couch for a little, lit a cigarette and talked and talked while you listened softly, your head on his chest.

then you made him shower with you, and one thing led to another, and you were aching after, naked in the sheets with him while he spooned you until you were both sound asleep.

you woke up before him, as usual. your clothes were somewhere or other, but his shirt was on the ground so you picked that up instead and shrugged it on.

you started the coffee when you felt those scarred arms snake around your waist.

dabi buried his face in the crook of your neck, swaying softly while he inhaled your scent, one hand spanning your stomach and squeezing softly.

"morning, blue," you hummed, leaning back into his bare chest on instinct as the scent of coffee filled the air, the sun shining through the windows brightly.

"that's my shirt," he grumbled in return, lips dragging up the side of your neck in a way that made you shiver.

"is there something wrong with me wearing your clothes?"

"no, doll," he rasped immediately, teeth grazing your skin. you gasped, he chuckled. "y'look sexy. makes me wanna touch you more."

the hand on your stomach drifted to your hip, drawing slow circles there with his thumb, the digit catching the hem of his shirt that you were wearing a couple times before letting it fall again.

"dabi, it's seven in the morning," you chastised, but there was no real heat behind it. there couldn't be, not when he had you like this.

"yeah, baby?" he grinned, nipping at the skin right below your earlobe. his hand on your hip flexed, his fingers hooking onto the thin band of your panties and letting them snap. "did I really tire you out that much last night?"

you huffed, and he shifted so he could turn you in his arms. you gazed up at him, eyes big and hair messy, and he thought he could die right there, maybe contently.

his free hand reached up, drawing his thumb along your jawline.

"you didn't tire me out," you teased, but your voice cracked just a little anyways. "you were too tired to do it proper."

that got him. he grinned wider, his piercings shifting over his burns. his dark hair was still tousled from last night, his jeans slung low on his hips. he was shirtless, obviously because you'd taken his shirt, and there was a little bite mark blooming on his neck from you, undoubtedly.

he surged forwards, slamming his lips into yours. you gasped softly, eyelids fluttering shut as your hands moved for his shoulders instinctively.

your back hit the counter and he cornered you further, his strong hands bracing against the plush of your things and lifting until you were seated on the marble of the kitchen counter.

dabi's tongue invaded your mouth, sliiiding over your own in expert strokes that left your knees weak and heat pooling low in your gut.

you arched into him, and his hands left your thighs to trace under your his shirt, lips parting from yours as he pulled it over your head, then let it drop to the tile floor.

his eyes traced over your frame, the curves of your body in the early morning light. his teal irises locked onto yours, half lidded with lust and adoration.

"you wanna know what'll tire you out, angel?" he hummed, leaning forwards to drag his tongue down your throat, legs immediately slotting on either side of his waist. "gonna stuff you full of my tongue until it's all you can think about anymore."

his palm met your cunt through the damp material of your panties and he groaned softly, watching your features.

"f-fuck, blue," you whined, and he imagined he could cream his pants to that sound alone if he really wanted to.

"yeah, doll?" he teased, leaning down to press his ruined lips to one perfect breast, running his tongue over your perked nipple. his palm ground into your clit, causing you to squirm.

his fingers hooked into your waistband, and he raised a brow expectantly. "use your words, c'mon you're a big girl, baby. tell me what you want."

"want you to touch me," you breathed, voice soft and breathless, almost desperate in itself. you tugged on the hair closest to the nape of his neck, a fruitless attempt to get him closer to you.

"mmm, good girl." his fingers slipped past your waistband, illiciting another needy whine from your lips. "let's see how mouthy you are now."

a/n: gahh I can't write for shiiiit right now bro </3

Reader who started calling Rocky pet names out of habit and, after explaining, Rocky loves it. But then reader and Grace start dating and you call him a pet name and suddenly Rocky is seething with jealousy.

“Rock, honey, be careful,” it slips out when he barrels past in his ball one day.

You’re writing on a white board when he squeezes past, knocking into the leg of the table and causing it to shake, sending some utensils flying. Obviously he’s incredibly sturdy (…rocky…), but he can be kind of reckless sometimes.

“No understand second word.” At least he stops rolling around to ask.

Grace looks up from his work bench, glasses sliding down his nose to where they’re almost falling off, and glances between the two of you. He’s in one of his stupid pun shirts that grip his biceps too tight, and you can’t think about that too much or else your mind will wander.

You realize what you said and that now you have to explain pet names to an alien. “Oh uh…” you look back at Ryland for assistance, but he just throws his hands up in a this-one-is-on-you gesture before returning to his work, slipping his pen between his teeth as he thinks.

You look back to Rocky who is eagerly awaiting your explanation.

“…It’s a pet name. A term of endearment,” you decide to go with, “Like something you call someone you care about.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then, “care about Rocky? Question.”

You’re shocked that it’s a question. You squat down to be semi-level with him, hand finding the top of his ball, “yeah. Of course I do Rocky.”

He extends himself so his carapace bonks the tops of the ball where your hand is. The ball does a great job at insulation, but you can still feel a little more heat seep through when he does.

“Amaze amaze amaze. Rocky cares about humans too, statement.”

You smile, but then remember something else, “Oh! Honey is also a food, though.”

He shrinks back down, you assume because he’s put off by the mention of eating. He takes a single step back, ball rolling a small amount.

“Rocky food? Question.”

You burst out in laughter, Ryland can’t help but join too.

“No! Rocky not food! Honey is sweet, so you call someone honey when their personality is sweet too.”

“Oh, understand. Rocky sweet!” He does his little happy chirps and jazz hands that always make you get a little cuteness aggression.

“…debatable…” you hear Grace murmur from his station, probably because Rocky rolled over his toe this morning.

“No, Rocky sweet, statement. Other human said so, Grace is dumb dumb dumb human, smart smart smart human call Rocky sweet.”

You stand and laugh, happy to gang up on Ryland with Rocky, “yeah, Ry, I’m smart smart smart.”

It’s months later after you and Ryland finally stop pretending that you only love each other as ‘crew mates’ that it gets brought up again.

“Ry, can you pass the p20,” you’re running more experiments on the taumoeba, at this point more out of boredom than anything.

He hands the pipette to you from across the bench. “Thank you, honey.” The word slides out without you even realizing it, but someone in the room definitely takes notice.

Rocky stops his ministrations with his xenonite, dropping it and rapidly tapping on the barrier.

“What. Grace not honey, Rocky is honey! Only Rocky get pet name, statement.”

You look up incredulously, unaware that Rocky felt so strongly about his pet name.

Grace seems fairly shocked at his insistence too, but he’s not one to pass an opportunity to tease Rocky. He tilts his head like he’s thinking before looking over at Rocky, “Well, no bud, I’m pretty sure I’m honey. Maybe when you can pass a pipette…” Ryland teases.

“No no no, Rocky honey, Grace is leaky space blob, other human knows Rocky better.”

You can’t stop your giggle. It feels a little mean because clearly Rocky is actually passionate about this, but his possession is cute.

“Okay! I’m sorry!” You say through the giggles, “It was an accident. Rocky is honey. Ry, you…we’ll workshop it.” You’re not sure if he even likes pet names, let alone which ones.

He pouts across the lab bench to you.

“No workshop. No special name for Grace, only Rocky.”

synopsis: a short headcannon post that's literally just the title lol. This is my first post, and the following is my opinion. Enjoy!

characters included: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, shota aizawa, touya todoroki/dabi

note! all characters are 18+ in this, suggestivity

Izuku Midoriya

definitley arms, no doubt about it.

we know izuku focuses almost all of his power in his arms, especially early in the series. it's not just the fact that his arms need to be strong to hold the power of his quirk, he also just likes looking good.

something that he's noticed is that a lot of people initially look at your arms when they're sizing you up versus the rest of your body. izuku grew up being bullied for how scrawny and noodle-like his arms were, so he made it his mission to change that.

he likes feeling strong, even now that he's a high ranking hero. he also absolutely loves the way you seem to drool over his biceps, using them as pillows almost every night when the two of you are cuddled up in bed. it's adorable to him, and part of that is his motivation.

Katsuki Bakugo

back and pecks. and god, has his work payed off.

katsuki is built like a tank, we've all seen it. his upper body area is absolutely shredded, and he spends most of his time thinking about the next chance he'll get to add more power to his body.

his quirk itself is insanely strong, so really he doesn't need all the sheer fucking beef of his jacked physique, but he couldn't imagine himself without it, so he hits the gym with kiri and denki any chance he gets.

aside from that, he loves the way you run your hands over his biceps, his chest, his shoulders. he won't admit it to anyone, but it makes him melt like nothing else. you're his weakness, and even if he won't voice it, the last thing he is is ashamed.

oh, he also frequently uses you as a barbell and bench presses you, even going as far to throw you over his shoulders when he's squatting at home. the best part is you weigh less than what he usually presses, so he doesn't really need to, he just enjoys the way you squirm and laugh when he's got his arms around you.

Shoto Todoroki

he's not a particularly proud or flashy person when it comes to his muscles or his body, but it's safe to say the thing he works most is his core.

the only reason he gives his perfect, sleek abs extra attention is because he loves the way you obsess over them. asking for extra pictures of him shirtless? done.

one way or another, your hands are always on his waist, running over the rippling muscles of his abdomen like they've been carved by the gods, and to you, they have.

he doesn't quite understand it, but he loves you more than he thought he could ever love another human being, so he makes sure to work the fuck out of his central muscles before he comes home to you where you can admire them, and probably wrap your pretty legs around his slutty waist sooner than later.

Eijirio Kirishima

everything. literally everything.

kiri doesn't miss a day in the gym. he's there early in the morning or right after work, no matter what. sometimes he alternates between different zones on different days, or sometimes he just does it all at once.it makes him feel good, strong, refreshed. the burn in his muscles helps clear his mind, and the reminder that he's growing stronger every day always boosts his spirits.

he's not obscenely buff despite all his efforts, and that's how he likes it. he's still a goddamn powerhouse, no doubt, but he doesn't want to look imposing, especially not to you.

he loves the way you look at him like he's hung the stars, the way your eyes light up and you giggle when he uses those perfectly sculpted arms to lift you with ease. kiri is one hundred percent infatuated and in love with you, and he can't help but echo that devotion in everything he does. including letting you ogle his strong body now and again.

Denki Kaminari

core and shoulders. purely because he loves the way your teeth feel sunk into his skin along with your nails scratching down his back.

denki wasn't every really too big on working his muscles to a crazy degree. sure, he did the basics, cardio, upper body, etc.. he was a hero in training, after all.

but he didn't see the need for flashy, over the top muscle like bakugo had. his quirk was cool, and he managed to pass that shitty entrance exam, so good enough!

then he met you. saw all the work you put into looking good, and he couldn't justify pursuing you if he walked around looking like a stupid idiot his whole life, so he had to fix it.

denki is really determined if it's something he wants, and within two months of messing around in the gym with kirishima and bakugo, he's already looking up. by the time he's with you, he's filled out plenty, and it was definitely the right decision

.he loves how your face looks squished between his biceps. adores how you drag your nails down his chiseled back when he's in bed with you. it's all so intoxicating that he chokes on it. he can't get enough of the half lidded look you give his well worked muscles, and that's more than perfect for him.

Shota Aizawa

arms, shoulders, back, and stamina training.

even after being married to you for years, shota can't get over how you fell writhing in his big, strong arms as he keeps you going for hours and hours until you're begging to let go.

it's delicious, his second favorite thing in the world after simply holding you close until you fall asleep safely and soundly.

he pushes himself to keep going with you until he physically can't anymore, until he's collapsing with his chest against yours and breathing into your neck so heavily.

it's a fucking miracle you two don't have about fifteen kids by now, you can't seem to keep your hands off of him.

aside from that, there's nothing he loves more than the feeling of your delicate touch dancing over his chest, his shoulders, his back. it's calming, especially after all the bullshit he has to deal with at UA.you're his safe space, and if his body and his killer stamina keep you happy, then he'll never stop.

Touya Todoroki

good god, this man is an absolute bicep maniac.

he's putting you in a chokehold from behind, a full nelson, whatever. he's so addicted to the noises you make, your begging, everything. it drives him insane.

you're not too proud to ask him for way more pictures of his arms than necessary, and he complies. he'll tease you about it later, but he actually loves it.

he'd never admit it, but he adores the gentleness you handle his scarred skin with. you're the first person to ever treat him that way, and the idea makes him feel like he could live forever in your arms and never want to leave.

he'd never say that, of course, he's got an image to uphold.you suppose he doesn't have to voice it, with the way that he holds you as your relationship goes on. in the beginning it wasn't like that, but his love for you was so strong now that he'd let the world burn to pieces if it meant you'd be happy and safe, loving him no matter how broken his body and mind may be.

oh, yeah, and seeing you stare all doe eyed as he pumps arm reps is pretty sexy, too.

Stalker!Geto who can't seem to keep his eyes off of you whenever you're in the room. No matter what, he's always in your presence and won't let up. It's not that you mind, he's so calming to be around that it's almost crazy to think about.

Stalker!Geto who's been in love with you since the moment he saw you and you don't even know it. Not the slightest idea of the way he feels around you, like he's going to implode if you keep fucking looking at him like he matters.

Stalker!Geto who slipped an airtag into your bag that you still have yet to find. He's constantly checking it the second you're out of his sight, even from just across campus. It was his first act of depravity towards you.

Stalker!Geto who finds himself delighted with the amount of freedom he's given by you, how quickly you just accept him as a friend. He'll bring you coffee, indulge in any little questions you have about his piercings or his tattoos. Because, even if you don't know it yet, you're already his.

Stalker!Geto who spends long nights preening through all of your social media accounts like a detective, meticulously piecing together your life before college like it's some sacred business.

Stalker!Geto who ignores Satoru and Shoko's teasing about him being whipped when it comes to you. He holds his own, defending you always. You are his to keep and take care of, after all. What kind of a terrible man would he be if he let the love of his life be slandered?

Stalker!Geto who, after being friends with you for a while, is completely ecstatic when you give him a key to your apartment so you can always have a spare if you lose yours.

Stalker!Geto who sneaks into your home while you're out running errands, going through your things to learn everything about you.

Stalker!Geto who leaves with a single pair of your lacy underwear stuffed deep in his back pocket, head held high.

Stalker!Geto who locks his door once he's back home, sliding into his sheets and huffing the crotch of your underwear and palming himself through his jeans as he mutters your name under his breath and finishes in his pants.

Stalker!Geto who gets you a little figure for your birthday when it rolls around, a camera imbedded into the plastic, unbeknownst to you.

Stalker!Geto who watched you through the lens at his computer when you undress for the night, eyes half lidded in lust and slight frustration over not being able to have you as he watches the way your bare body looks under the dim lighting.

Stalker!Geto who follows you home when you have to walk back late at night, ducking back into alleyways until he's sure you're safe and sound upstairs in bed, lights off as you get your beauty sleep.

Stalker!Geto who watched you through the webcam one faithful night, eyes roving hungrily over the screen as he watches you tip your head back against your pillows, back arching beautifully as your fingers dip below your waist, between your legs.

Stalker!Geto who can't help but stare, forgetting to even touch himself as he takes in the sight of you, perfect and smooth in the darkness of your room as you pleasure yourself.

Stalker!Geto who's whole brain fucking fries when he hears you moan his name out softly, the sweet breathy little Suguru falling from your lips like a prayer as your digits swipe over your folds deftly.

Stalker!Geto who moves before he can think, not even bothering to grab his jacket before he's bolting up and marching to your apartment, determined to finally take what's his.

Geto Suguru as the Fallen Angel after Alexandre Cabanel (1847)

I started working on this in December... Then put it in the slow cooker. More details and the print under the cut!

"I think Shota Aizawa is sexy!"

"Kakashi is soo attractive!"

"Mr. Tsuchigomori is literally daddy long legs!"

"I'm kinda in love with teacher Izuku Midoriya!"

Just say you like strong, smart, but extremely gentle guys who are good to kids. Who would comfort you and push you to do your best in a kind way, who loves and cares for you.